Silent Screams
A/N: A special fanfic. A fanfic...of my return! I've taken a year break (and boy, was that fun!) and I am ready to keep on writing! So, without further delay, on with the story!
Summary: A Quall vs. Seiftis. What more do you need to know?
~Chapter One~
The wind brushed her side gently, her hair flickering back in the wind. It was amazing how free she felt as she stood perfectly still, towering over the monstrous sea. She told no one what she was doing, except for telling her friends she was going on a simple vacation. 'A vacation for the rest of my life,' her thoughts echoed in her mind.
In her exquisite suite on her exquisite bed, due to her high standards, lay her formal dress. On top of her bed lay a bottle of Jack Daniel's and a bottle of rum. She had stripped down to nothing except her under garments and her high stiletto heels. Her drunken thoughts crashed through her mind...
... "Dance, with you? Why would anyone want to dance with you?" she sputtered out while sipping on a bottle of Jack. She stared into the mirror; tresses of her hair bordered and shaped her face. The chestnut liquor slipped out of her mouth, sullying her sapphire dress. She giggled. "Oh my! Look what I have done! Might anyone have a handkerchief I could borrow?" She sauntered over to her bag, pulling shirt after pants, dresses after garments until reaching a crumpled photo. "Squall...dear, dear Squall. Why won't you ever listen?"
A voice echoed out of her imagination. "Go talk to a wall..."
"I don't want to talk to a wall, Squall!" she screamed. "I want to talk to you! You, damn it, not a damned wall!" The wall to the next room started to bang. Tears started to stream down her face...
... She dangled her foot off the edge of the balcony railing. The wind rustled her hair as black tears strolled down her face. 'One step...one step and it's all through. No more worries about him or anyone or anything.'
The ringing buzzed his mind. It was endless; almost as if it was apart of the void he was lost in and coming out of. He opened his eyes to the darkness surrounding him. He turned to his right, the ringing echoing in his brain. He lifted up the alarm clock tossing it out the window. He heard a splash and grinned to himself. Minutes passed until he rolled out of bed. "Ugh...this ocean life is harsh," he mumbled out as his boat home rocked. He placed on his black pants, buckling the belt that held them comfortably to his body. He threw the blanket back on the bed, not caring the condition of his room. He walked out on deck, breathing in the fresh and salty aroma that lingered from the sea. It was the better part of his day; the first breath of sea air always awoke him. He slowly grabbed hold of the net that he rested on the top of the water, catching the petite sea fish. They were best used as bait, rather than actual food. He lifted it up, seeing the miniscule amount of fish. "Something's up in the water, today," he mumbled to himself. He shook his head, grasping hold of the few squirming fish. He placed them in a nearby bucket, grasping one firmly in his hands. He hooked the fish, watching it squirm around. With one quick motion, he flung the hook out.
About a half an hour later, and no catches, the seaman was about to give up. He flung his hook out one last time, waiting patiently. He saw his pet dog that he adopted walk out from below deck. "About time you woke up." The dog started to bark. "Shut it! You'll scare the god damn fish!" The dog cocked his head. "You've got a point. What fish are out there?"
A tugging pulled on his rod, gently at first, but stronger as the waves lapped against his fishing boat. The dog started to bark again, rushing over by his feet. "Shut up, you dumb mutt!" The man slowly started to reel it in. "Must be a huge one!" He felt the fish pull away, and he quickly pulled his line out of the water. Shocked at what he saw, he simply muttered, "Underwear?" He looked down at the water, seeing golden hair float in the water.
Just as quickly as he had seen the image, he was swimming towards it. His dog barked madly, wagging his tail frantically. The man grasped the woman, throwing her over his shoulder and paddling back towards his boat.
He finally reached back to his boat, throwing the woman on deck. His dog started to bark happily, wagging his tail, and sniffing the woman. "Get, you damned dog!" the man growled out. He quickly got back on deck, staring at the woman's blonde hair. He sighed, reaching for his long gray trenchcoat, throwing it on top of her near naked body. He bent down, pushing her wet locks away, staring deep into a familiar face. "Well, well, well...if it isn't Quistis Trepe."
A/N: A special fanfic. A fanfic...of my return! I've taken a year break (and boy, was that fun!) and I am ready to keep on writing! So, without further delay, on with the story!
Summary: A Quall vs. Seiftis. What more do you need to know?
~Chapter One~
The wind brushed her side gently, her hair flickering back in the wind. It was amazing how free she felt as she stood perfectly still, towering over the monstrous sea. She told no one what she was doing, except for telling her friends she was going on a simple vacation. 'A vacation for the rest of my life,' her thoughts echoed in her mind.
In her exquisite suite on her exquisite bed, due to her high standards, lay her formal dress. On top of her bed lay a bottle of Jack Daniel's and a bottle of rum. She had stripped down to nothing except her under garments and her high stiletto heels. Her drunken thoughts crashed through her mind...
... "Dance, with you? Why would anyone want to dance with you?" she sputtered out while sipping on a bottle of Jack. She stared into the mirror; tresses of her hair bordered and shaped her face. The chestnut liquor slipped out of her mouth, sullying her sapphire dress. She giggled. "Oh my! Look what I have done! Might anyone have a handkerchief I could borrow?" She sauntered over to her bag, pulling shirt after pants, dresses after garments until reaching a crumpled photo. "Squall...dear, dear Squall. Why won't you ever listen?"
A voice echoed out of her imagination. "Go talk to a wall..."
"I don't want to talk to a wall, Squall!" she screamed. "I want to talk to you! You, damn it, not a damned wall!" The wall to the next room started to bang. Tears started to stream down her face...
... She dangled her foot off the edge of the balcony railing. The wind rustled her hair as black tears strolled down her face. 'One step...one step and it's all through. No more worries about him or anyone or anything.'
The ringing buzzed his mind. It was endless; almost as if it was apart of the void he was lost in and coming out of. He opened his eyes to the darkness surrounding him. He turned to his right, the ringing echoing in his brain. He lifted up the alarm clock tossing it out the window. He heard a splash and grinned to himself. Minutes passed until he rolled out of bed. "Ugh...this ocean life is harsh," he mumbled out as his boat home rocked. He placed on his black pants, buckling the belt that held them comfortably to his body. He threw the blanket back on the bed, not caring the condition of his room. He walked out on deck, breathing in the fresh and salty aroma that lingered from the sea. It was the better part of his day; the first breath of sea air always awoke him. He slowly grabbed hold of the net that he rested on the top of the water, catching the petite sea fish. They were best used as bait, rather than actual food. He lifted it up, seeing the miniscule amount of fish. "Something's up in the water, today," he mumbled to himself. He shook his head, grasping hold of the few squirming fish. He placed them in a nearby bucket, grasping one firmly in his hands. He hooked the fish, watching it squirm around. With one quick motion, he flung the hook out.
About a half an hour later, and no catches, the seaman was about to give up. He flung his hook out one last time, waiting patiently. He saw his pet dog that he adopted walk out from below deck. "About time you woke up." The dog started to bark. "Shut it! You'll scare the god damn fish!" The dog cocked his head. "You've got a point. What fish are out there?"
A tugging pulled on his rod, gently at first, but stronger as the waves lapped against his fishing boat. The dog started to bark again, rushing over by his feet. "Shut up, you dumb mutt!" The man slowly started to reel it in. "Must be a huge one!" He felt the fish pull away, and he quickly pulled his line out of the water. Shocked at what he saw, he simply muttered, "Underwear?" He looked down at the water, seeing golden hair float in the water.
Just as quickly as he had seen the image, he was swimming towards it. His dog barked madly, wagging his tail frantically. The man grasped the woman, throwing her over his shoulder and paddling back towards his boat.
He finally reached back to his boat, throwing the woman on deck. His dog started to bark happily, wagging his tail, and sniffing the woman. "Get, you damned dog!" the man growled out. He quickly got back on deck, staring at the woman's blonde hair. He sighed, reaching for his long gray trenchcoat, throwing it on top of her near naked body. He bent down, pushing her wet locks away, staring deep into a familiar face. "Well, well, well...if it isn't Quistis Trepe."